Saturday, August 7th, 2010

Thoughts on a trip:

Everyone in Canada believes, apparently, that “the poor” in America cannot get healthcare of any kind. None of them have any idea what “the poor” constitutes, nor why they wouldn’t avail themselves of, for instance, medicaid.

All the canajans I met who pay the big wads of cash for scrips are not aware of a: the DRUGS U NEED AT ROXXORS BOTTOM PRICES WITHOUT A Pr3ZcrIPZhUN!!!supposedly available through canadian pharmacies to specially selected US citizens, and b: the special pricing at Walmart Pharmacies, because supposedly the special pricing is not available in Canada. I cannot confirm this, but at least one of my relatives is paying in the forties for the same BP med I get for $4 a month. Don’t get it.

The wife has the paperwork in hand to cement her relationship with the Ontario Metis. She is third generation, grandmother on her mother’s side. Metis is basically the “mutt” of Native North American. Many people who fall under that name in Ontario are Ojibway/French or Ojibway/Scots, which is the group we think the Ogwife belongs to. Anyway, she gets status it won’t let her fish without a license, or live tax free, or get cheap cigarrettes, it’s just a placemarker for her heritage. I’m well pleased she’s doing this, for her sake, and for the sake of our daughter. I now have at least one blood relative who can prove her ancestors lived here before all us krauts and micks and wops and polacks showed up and started frying greasy sausage and having sex with locals, gophers, and cattle.

on the road again

I tried to post more, really I did, but inertia won. Regular snark returns monday.